All Chapters of The Rejected Luna's Second Chance: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The walk back to Silvermoon feels longer than it should.Maybe because I'm exhausted down to my bones. Maybe because every step reminds me of walking this same path days ago, broken and bleeding, not knowing if I'd survive. Maybe because Damian hasn't said a word since we crossed the border.He walks beside me, I suggested him for walk instead of car because I want feel my freedom. his close enough that our shoulders almost brush. The metal box with the evidence is tucked under his arm. His jaw is tight, his eyes focused straight ahead, and I can tell he's thinking about a thousand things—the pack house, the fire, the warriors we lost, what comes next.I want to say something. Don't know what.The trees thin out. The hunting lodge comes into view. And suddenly there are people everywhere—pack members running toward us, faces shifting from worry to relief when they see Damian. Maya breaks through the crowd first, launching herself at her brother."You're alive." She punches his arm. Ha

The world tilts.Maya stands frozen, her face pale as moonlight, staring at the photograph in Marcus's trembling hands. I watch her process it—the dark hair, the smile, the eyes that are so clearly Maya's eyes looking back from an old faded image."That's my mother." Maya's voice isn't loud. It's quiet, hollow, like she's talking from very far away. "That's Lydia. Where did you get that?"Marcus looks between us, confusion replacing some of the grief in his expression. "This was your mother? Lydia Vargasin?""Lydia Thorne before she married." Maya's voice cracks. "But yes. That's her face. That's her smile. That's the woman."I feel sick. Elena Ahearn didn't just kill my mother. She killed Damian and Maya's mother too.Damian hasn't moved. He stands like stone, his face completely blank, but I see his hands—clenched into fists so tight the knuckles are white."Tell me everything." His voice is quiet. Controlled. Dangerous. "Every detail. Now."Marcus looks at him, at the Alpha standin

The storm hits when we're halfway there.Rain comes down in sheets, cold and relentless, soaking through my jacket within minutes. Thunder cracks overhead, so loud it vibrates in my chest. Maya grabs my arm when I slip on a muddy root, keeps me upright."Almost there." Her voice is barely audible over the rain. "Just keep moving."I keep moving.Damian leads the group, eyes scanning constantly despite the weather. Warriors fan out on either side. Caden stays toward the back, silent, watching. Greta struggles with the pace but doesn't complain.The old Hayes property comes into view through the rain. The same abandoned house where Marcus was hiding. But we're not going there."The garden's behind the house." I point. "Past the tree line."We push through wet brush, duck under sagging branches. And then we're there.My mother's garden.It's nothing like I remember. The neat rows of herbs are gone, replaced by waist-high weeds. The stone wall she built with her own hands is crumbling, mo

The howls echo through the trees. Maya's scream cuts off too fast.Damian shoves Marcus toward Caden. "Keep him alive. Get Greta. Move." Then he's running toward the cabin, and I'm running after him.My legs burn. Branches claw at my face. The box is pressed against my chest, each heartbeat reminding me what's inside. The list. The names. The proof that someone we trusted has been working for Elena this whole time.I burst into the clearing behind the cabin just as three wolves emerge from the trees.Not Silvermoon. Not Bloodmoon. Rogues—I can tell by the wildness in their eyes, the way they move like they've forgotten what pack means. But they're not random. They're here for the box.Maya stands between them and the cabin door, a knife in each hand, blood dripping down her arm."Maya!" I start toward her.Damian gets there first. He shifts mid-stride, his wolf slamming into the largest rogue, teeth sinking into its throat. The other two hesitate—just for a second—and Maya moves.She'

The riverbank is mud and rocks. My boots sink with every step. Damian moves ahead like the wounds don't exist, like he didn't almost bleed out an hour ago. I watch him and wonder if he's running toward the fire or running from the fact that Esther was his healer, his trusted advisor, the woman who probably held his hand when his parents died, the one who betray him.Maya matches his pace, her injured arm hanging stiff at her side. She doesn't complain. Doesn't ask to slow down. Her face is set in a way I've never seen before.Caden falls in beside me. He hasn't said much since the tunnel. I don't know if it's guilt or exhaustion or something else. I don't ask.Greta struggles behind us, Marcus guiding her over the uneven ground. His hands are still bound, but he steadies her anyway. Two people who spent decades being used by Elena—who once fought each other. finally moving toward something instead of running from it.The lights of Silvermoon grow closer. The flames are worse than I th